It’s past 2 in the morning and I can’t sleep.
My mind running on overdrive, my heart distributed to a million little life rafts-
Both the fear of the unknown and the excitement of what’s to come keeping me afloat.
A need to create overwhelms me,
Yet the pressure to have vulnerability bleed onto a page takes my breath away.
I’m caught up with the in-betweenness of this season-
Stuck between child-like whimsy and adult driven stability.
We belong to a society thrives on forging one’s own path, but no one wants to talk about the forks in the road along the way.
Turning 20 feels like standing at a crossroads,
But I think I’ll just sit Indian style, staring at the street signs.
It’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep.